Seven frowned. It seemed most wars started with greed, didn’t it? Even the one happening right at this moment. Someone’s, or more accurately, several someones’ greed had sparked it. He felt a strange sort of relatability that caused him to give a twisted grin. His very existence was only because of someone’s greed.

The door to the turret cockpit suddenly slid open. Seven jumped and lost control of the interweb’s electromagnetic waves. Without thinking, he grabbed for them to accidentally grab the turret’s waves instead. It’s startup sequence began.

A hand roughly seized him from behind and pulled him out of the cockpit. He landed heavily on the ground.

“What are you doing?!” Mevin glared down at him. Seven scooted backwards until he hit the wall of the hallway.

“I didn’t mean to turn it on. It was an accident.”

“That,” Mevin said, “just alerted anyone within ten miles that we’re here, armed and possibly dangerous. If we’re unlucky, they’ll have begun swarming after us now, hoping to rob anything valuable we have aboard. Our cloak is useless now! Because you just happened to start it up, and without the proper screening either!”

Biscotti was smaller than Seven had thought. Every inch of space was taken into account. Bedrooms were only a few paces wide, and hallways were narrow. Even major rooms like the bridge, the mess hall, and the navigation theater could only hold a few people at a time. The sole exception was the engine room, which sat in the back of the ship. But even then, it was more tall than wide, spanning three of the ship’s four floors. It made for a strange contrast with the rest of the ship. Then again, the bridge was strange enough for being the only room on the forth floor.

Seven felt cramped and underfoot. Immediately after leaving the bridge, he bumped into at least eight different people moving about the ship’s interior. No matter where he stood, he always seemed to be in someone’s way.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. All his life he had been the center of attention. Or at least, his abilities and physique had been. His thoughts and feelings, less so. When that overwhelming amount of attention hadn’t been piled on him, he had always been placed in an isolated corner, a specific spot he was meant to reside until he was sought after once more.

“Oh, right sorry.” Lex hurriedly let go of Seven’s hand. “H-how are you feeling, kid? You’re not hurt are you?”

“I’m fine,” Seven said. An awkward silence spread out between them.

“Um, I-” “Well, if you-” They both began to say at the same time.

“Sorry,” Lex said, “you go first.”

“Uh, well. It’s just. Lex! I wanted to say thank you! With-with out you, I’d still be back at the compound, and I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve lasted. But you came and, well I wanted to say thanks and everything so… Thank You!” Seven bowed his head towards Lex. He felt his face heating up.